posted on Oct, 8 2006 @ 10:44 PM
From the darkness of a hellish excuse for a landscape stood a figure, cold eyes gleaming out into the night, slowly watching for movement, as checking
for life was a significant part of survival.
As he surveyed the landscape around him he was caught within a large gale, and as the wind whipped his face, so too did bullets of rain, scattering
across the earth.
He waited for a short time, then raised his hood and began to move, as it became harder and harder to see he stood still and clasped his eyes shut,
perhaps for a moment- but maybe longer- they remained closed until he opened them, and as he did a faint blue glow escaped from them, and the land
became a magnificent haven of all azure.
Although the rain still continued to fall at an alarming rate, he was able to see clean details of the land around him, still as depressing as ever-
if not more because of his vision.
Except, with the rain falling around him and the queer shade that the world had suddenly taken, everything became extraordinarily beautiful- Too him,
anyway.
After admiring how amazing everything appeared to him for some time, he shook off the feeling of awe, then remembered what he had to do.
He was an assassin, the best, perhaps, sent to kill another, one- whom by his own desires had his memory erased so that he could carry out his next
task with precision skill, no soul, no pain, no thought. But this Assassin's duty was to kill him- not out of his own wishes, no, part because he was
required to do so else his life, part because of the large commission he was getting paid to do so.
Either way, the other would fall.
[edit on 9-10-2006 by AeroQuake]
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